He That Plays His Tune With Me Shall Be My Brother
This year, Phi Mu Alpha instituted a novel concept for the scavenger that takes place during the pledging process. We told our pledges they had to cook us a meal. Naturally, being guys, we assumed that they would cook us something fairly foul, and we would then tell them that they had to eat it. Har har, great joke. Imagine our surprise when one of the pledges, the estimable and sophisticated Antonio Manuel Ignacio de Loyola Elias-Marino Rego Celia Martinena D'Urso y Fernandez Cozarelli Suarez Luaces de Diego Rosania IV, with some assistance from the other pledges, prepared us a penne carbonara dish that proved delicious as only pasta with a cream and bacon sauce can. Kevin Sapp, our fraternity education officer, told Antonio that since they (the pledges) had done such a fantastic job that they could eat it themselves if they wanted. As it turned out, there was more pasta than three people could eat, so a good portion of the fraternity ended up well-fed by the end of the evening of scavenger hunt.
As a result of such success, Antonio was kind enough to host a Sinfonia Pasta night in Old Dominion. We feasted on linguine al dente with the same amazing bacon cream sauce that had so delighted our senses earlier in the spring. Adam Boltik stowed a bottle of Chardonnay in his backpack and brought it over, and we discussed various types of wine--naturally, since John Muniz and I were there in full pretentious force--and which varieties we favored the most. John and I also noted that the film Sideways had done us a great favor--its popularization of Pinot Noir had driven the prices of Merlot (which we favor over Pinot anyway) down substantially. At the end of the meal, Antonio brought out a secret bottle of port, and gave me an education on the chemistry of Madeira.
I can't do the evening justice, really, with description. As I left OD, I reflected on the lonely times during high school when I had read Dinesh D'Souza's descriptions of drinking wine and eating dinner and listening to comedy albums with fellow conservatives and intellectuals, and wishing, praying, that I would get to do the same things. Naturally, such visions didn't come true in exactly the way I had pictured them, but an evening with fellow musicians--W & M sophisticates all--involving pasta, wine, and port is a balm to ease the worries of my troubled mind. Not only that, it gives me confidence our fraternity as I leave The College--confidence in the contiuance of the fellowship and closeness that draws men to institutions such as oursa. All in all, it was a lovely note on which to end my collegiate tenure in our chapter of Phi Mu Alpha. I wish the brotherhood continued success and serendipity.
(I'm still flying.)
This year, Phi Mu Alpha instituted a novel concept for the scavenger that takes place during the pledging process. We told our pledges they had to cook us a meal. Naturally, being guys, we assumed that they would cook us something fairly foul, and we would then tell them that they had to eat it. Har har, great joke. Imagine our surprise when one of the pledges, the estimable and sophisticated Antonio Manuel Ignacio de Loyola Elias-Marino Rego Celia Martinena D'Urso y Fernandez Cozarelli Suarez Luaces de Diego Rosania IV, with some assistance from the other pledges, prepared us a penne carbonara dish that proved delicious as only pasta with a cream and bacon sauce can. Kevin Sapp, our fraternity education officer, told Antonio that since they (the pledges) had done such a fantastic job that they could eat it themselves if they wanted. As it turned out, there was more pasta than three people could eat, so a good portion of the fraternity ended up well-fed by the end of the evening of scavenger hunt.
As a result of such success, Antonio was kind enough to host a Sinfonia Pasta night in Old Dominion. We feasted on linguine al dente with the same amazing bacon cream sauce that had so delighted our senses earlier in the spring. Adam Boltik stowed a bottle of Chardonnay in his backpack and brought it over, and we discussed various types of wine--naturally, since John Muniz and I were there in full pretentious force--and which varieties we favored the most. John and I also noted that the film Sideways had done us a great favor--its popularization of Pinot Noir had driven the prices of Merlot (which we favor over Pinot anyway) down substantially. At the end of the meal, Antonio brought out a secret bottle of port, and gave me an education on the chemistry of Madeira.
I can't do the evening justice, really, with description. As I left OD, I reflected on the lonely times during high school when I had read Dinesh D'Souza's descriptions of drinking wine and eating dinner and listening to comedy albums with fellow conservatives and intellectuals, and wishing, praying, that I would get to do the same things. Naturally, such visions didn't come true in exactly the way I had pictured them, but an evening with fellow musicians--W & M sophisticates all--involving pasta, wine, and port is a balm to ease the worries of my troubled mind. Not only that, it gives me confidence our fraternity as I leave The College--confidence in the contiuance of the fellowship and closeness that draws men to institutions such as oursa. All in all, it was a lovely note on which to end my collegiate tenure in our chapter of Phi Mu Alpha. I wish the brotherhood continued success and serendipity.
(I'm still flying.)
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